20/07/2025
That single moment pulled me back to my own childhood.I remembered those warm afternoons when we played cricket in dusty lanes.And whenever the ball went missing, the whole game stopped. We all became explorers — diving into bushes, peeking into drains, even knocking on neighbors' doors, hoping someone had spotted it. There was magic in those moments — the unity, the thrill of finding it again, and the joy of resuming the match.
